I [NB] fucked a Tinder date [T] in the laundry room while my girlfriend slept upstairs

This story starts about a month or two before my now-ex and I broke up. I’d recently opened up my many-year relationship with an amazing woman. Unfortunately, lesbian bed death took this relationship probably around year two. Don’t get me wrong. Bomb-shell of a woman. Great sex when we actually had it, just not enough to keep me in after-hours, near the end there.

My now-ex and I came to the agreement I could fuck other people outside our relationship. Whoever I wanted, just no “dating” and no sex in our shared home. I started talking to several people. I was particularly intrigued by a sexy trans woman who was also in a committed/open relationship, similar rules. The main issue: we had no place to fuck. We talked all day for about three days before we couldn’t take it anymore.

We met up around 11 pm and made out in a nearby park. I felt her up and bit her neck until it got too cold to be out. Walking home we could both tell we really wanted to fuck. She took me to her car and we began touching each other. I needed more, but we were parked right in the back of my apartment. Too risky. She drove us around looking for something more private. No luck. She dropped me off back at my place and bit her lip. I couldn’t let her leave.

I took her by the hand and walked her to my apartment’s basement. It’s pretty empty most nights, but it doesn’t lock. The idea we could get caught gave me a rush of butterflies. We half pull off each other’s clothes knowing it’s not a good idea to get fully naked. She has my nipples in her mouth as I unzip her pants. With our clothes half off, I sit on a laundry table as she strokes her pretty dick to get herself hard. I’d only fucked people with vaginas up till then. She presses against me and holds my hips as she slowly pushes inside. We stare into each other’s eyes as she slowly begins to thrust back and forth. I’m digging into her soft shoulders as I feel how hot she is inside of me. After a bit, I whisper in her ear. I need more.

She lays me down on the cold cement floor and starts fucking me. Shortly thereafter, she comes hard with a loud moan that I quickly stifle. After taking a second to compose herself, she pulls out to find no condom. It’s still inside of me, she gingerly pulls it back out and then finishes me off with her fingers, curling them into me, making me arch my back as I moan her name. We laid there for a few seconds in bliss before we readjusted our clothes and snuck out of there.

Technically, no rules were broken, right? We’d continue not breaking rules many more times after that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/infebr/i_nb_fucked_a_tinder_date_t_in_the_laundry_room